"Why didn't you come out earlier?" Xinghua cried silently: "Why aren't you the one who died?" What a good person he is, he lives like that, and even thinks of you when he dies. ”

She cried so hard that she picked up a stick and struck her in the back.

Xi Qing didn't move, holding an urn in his arms, his eyes were empty, and the whole person was like a dead old tree, without life.

She didn't seem to feel the pain in her back, the sky was dark, she couldn't hear anything, and she sank into her own world.

Until a child's cry came from the doorway.

Xinghua hugged the child and touched the back of his head: "The dog baby is not afraid, mother is playing games with her, don't be afraid......"

"Mom, who is she?" The boy asked, with a pair of watery eyes.

"She's your father's deceased."

"Who is the old man?"

"An old man is someone I knew a long time ago."

"Oh." The boy nodded his little head as if he didn't understand.

Xi Qing hugged the urn, and his eyes fell on the child a little gloomy, he didn't look like Luo Li at all.

She stepped forward, her bloodshot eyes flashing scarlet.

The woman held the child and stepped back: "What are you going to do?" I hit you just now, and it has nothing to do with him. ”

"I only ask you, is he Luo Li's child?"

"What are you asking for?"

"Say!"

Xinghua stared at her vigilantly and shook her head: "The child was there before I got married, and he and I are only a nominal husband and wife, and we have been living separately." ”

Xi Qing glanced at her deeply and threw over a bank card: "In the future, you won't even be nominally, this is to repay your kindness for taking care of him." ”

Everything about him should be hers, and so is his death.

Xinghua was stunned: "What do you mean by this?" ”

"You have nothing to do with Luo Li in the future."

"You're going to take him away?"

"He was supposed to be mine!"

After she finished speaking, she walked out, and the woman was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly stopped her, and shouted, "Wait a minute, he has something for you." ”

Xi turned his head lightly.

"There's a car key in this box, and he asked me to hand it over to you."

She didn't speak, she took it silently, and her figure faded away.

The midday sun was scorching, the light was like a needle, as if it was about to pierce people's eyelids, the dog on the side of the road lay on the ground and stuck out its tongue, and the heavy gasping sound clearly came into Xi Qing's ears.

She walked aimlessly, and before she knew it, she came to a mulberry tree, and the black and purple fruit hung all over the branches, and when the breeze blew, it fluttered down and landed at her feet.

The woman looked at the tree, and as the years passed, she could still remember the light in her eyes that night when he gave her the ring.

After many years, the past is vivid, sorrow and joy are intertwined, the tree is still there, but the person is not.

She couldn't help but look up to the sky and scream, turned her head, not far away there were sunflowers, peach trees were lush and lush, and what he left him had paid for the years after all, and it became a regret.

Xi Qing sat under the peach tree, tears welling up.

“……… The sky is empty, the earth is empty, and life is in it. The sun is also empty, the moon is also empty, who is the credit for the rise in the east and the fall in the west...... Love is empty, hate is empty, and life is strange. Joy is empty, sorrow is empty, it's nothing more than a dream. The fate is empty, the sin is empty, and the past life and the future life are nowhere to be found............"

A crazy monk, with his back bent, knocking on a worn-out wooden fish, barefoot, singing as he walked.

She looked up, and the man had already walked by, tears blurring her eyes, and there was only a faltering shadow in her vision.

- "Who is he?" ”

- "His name is Lai San, I heard that he was a gangster when he was young, and then somehow he shaved his own home, and he is not a regular monk, he eats meat and vegetables, and when he gets sick, he will chase other people's chickens and dogs......"

The voice was still in her ears, and she seemed to go back to that evening seventeen years ago, by the pond, the man was standing in the sunset, the sunset was all over the sky, and he smiled at her against the light: "Next time you come to my house, I will go down to the river and touch a fish for you." ”

The memories slowly overlapped, and Xi was crying so lightly that she couldn't cry, her eyes full of sadness as if darkness was engulfing her.

Vaguely, she felt empty in her arms, the pictures in her mind were staggered, the figures were building, there was silence all around, the sky and the earth were colorless, and everything was silent.

When she woke up again, her eyes were sharp, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, and it was unstoppable.

In an instant, the wind and clouds rose, and a hundred ghosts cried.

But suddenly a male voice came into his ears: "Your money has been stolen." ”

The man's voice is like a stream, sunny and cool.

Jun turned his head lightly and glanced at ten thousand years.

The wind is silent.